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I rest on a mattress of love and purity,
in nocturnal sounds that unravel my desires, I dream like a bee traveling in the thin air, pure seduction in my pores, the music undresses my thoughts of distress and anger, I play with gentle touches of green and orange, as you enter the room, you make it brighter, "the power of seduction", you whisper gradually in my being, I unfold my three dimensional gravity and float on the ceiling, look: sounds come and go, roller coaster of pure energy, time and sound, space and love, breath: another seduction in our veins, lifting us to the status of more than gods.
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